It's funny you see,
The way you look at me...

As soon as I leave,
You take the lead...

"No fixing," you say
As you walk away...

You say I can't fix it
Like it just can't be done...

I just want to go away
Collapse into myself...

Lack of impression
No control...

Self pity is what you give me
Flowing ribbons of growing pain...

Lack of happiness
No focus...

"It can't be fixed"
You say...

Creepy and crawly
They're oh so naughty...

They feelings I get,
They're unreal...

You judge me before I'm known
Is this truly fair at all...